My Son, the Angel

Every now and then, my son completely amazes me. Before I tell you why, here’s a rundown of the past week or so.

Okay, I’ll admit it…my first pregnancy was an absolute breeze. I didn’t find out I was pregnant until I was 18 weeks already (yes – you can still get your period if you’re pregnant!), I had no morning sickness at all, my breasts didn’t hurt, and I felt wonderful. The worst things I remember are getting super-constipated if I ate bananas (so I avoided them) and major swelling of the ankles in my last trimester.

So what the hell is happening now??? Since about mid last week, I have consistently felt like I’m on the verge of a huge puke-fest, I’ve been a little dizzy, and slightly head-achy. Oh, and a new development this morning…apparently the smell of coffee grounds gives me the dry heaves.

Well, after producing nothing in my “virtual” vomit fest this morning, I lay down on the couch, and Connor came over to me, saw I wasn’t feeling well, and tucked me in with his favorite blankie, gave me hugs and kisses, and rested his head on my now-slightly-protruding belly. The moment brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as we were watching Ice Age – Connor asked what the baby’s name was. I asked him back, which baby – the one on TV, or the one in mama’s belly? He said the one on TV. I told him I didn’t know, then he proceeded to see if he could “see” the baby in my belly. He declared that he could, and that it was a super baby, then gave my belly a kiss and told the baby “I love you”.

Like I said…he’s an angel!

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Mama Gets Stuck

With a baby on the way, one of the many steps to that happy day is getting blood drawn. Hubby had Friday off for a doctor’s appointment, but it ran so late the lab was closed, so that left Saturday – and me bringing Connor (4 1/2 years old) with me to the lab.

Thankfully, the hospital we go to is in a very rural area, and is a low, sprawling building with very nice landscaping rather than a huge brick scary place. It’s got a rather pleasant atmosphere both outside and inside, so the only problem upon our arrival at the hospital was actually finding the lab. It being Saturday, both information desks we found were completely deserted, so I just looked for a random hospital worker to give me directions. Naturally, I parked at the wrong end of the building, but Connor was as good as gold during our long walk.

After filling out the necessary paperwork and having me sit in that torturous looking blood draw chair, I started to entertain Connor (and thus keep him from touching anything dangerous) by putting a tissue on my face and blowing air into it to make it fly – the lab worker made it perfectly clear that he had kids of his own by laughing out loud. I told Connor not to watch the scary part as the lab technician stuck the needle in my arm, then said he could come watch my blood go into the tubes. The lab tech even made a game out of it. Connor’s job was to count how many tubes were left to be filled. He took nine vials – I still can’t figure out why they needed that many. When he was done and took the needle out, he showed it to Connor before he threw it away. Connor was so good I announced that we were going for ice cream. I took him to a historical mill with a working water wheel that has an ice cream parlor next door, and when we were done eating, we went for a very pleasant walk along the river.

Once again, my mother was absolutely right…my attitude that getting blood drawn wasn’t a big deal ensured that it would not be traumatic to Connor, and we had a very pleasant, fun afternoon!

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